Metaphorical Laundry.

It takes time and a whole lot of work.

You’re Not Supposed To Have It All Figured Out.

And that is okay!

Abandoned.

I'll leave that one up to you.

Praises.

An illusion is all it was...

Daydream Mine.

Perhaps this is what it means to lose oneself...

Cry Into The Ocean.

Letters in bottles drifting with the tides.

Shallow Graves.

There are secrets you can’t take to the grave.

On Different Paths.

And it's finally the last post for this incredibly mad year.

The Best Thing.

I took my time writing today because I am honestly not feeling it.

Edge of the Cliff.

I couldn't really explain if I tried.

The Coldest Winter.

I've been addicted to writing angsty things lately.

One Too Many Falls.

We were so blind.

Running Knives.

Maybe I'm just a bloodied mess.

A Dream Too Long.

Looking for a door, for a way out

The Forgotten Diary.

Words will be written sooner or later.

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